the unbidden tale of toeshidden fables, drawers full of unwanted socks.shoes in the bin waiting their fate of thrown away discards. they will fit another foot, on another body.human? i wear the blue mask and carry a rabbit foot for good luck, mustard seeds spill onto the floor rolling into a neutral carpet, field of hazy kernels....forth and back emit backward sinews, postures forced lady-like elegant posed for beauty passed for entryinto what is not voidwhat is seen.the hidden bonesbelow the shiny pants, the sequinned robes, the disfigured shattered shin of a previous dancer, shoes thrown away.